He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

At five o'clock Paris always has a current of eroticism in the air.

There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.